Robert Frost

(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening - Poem by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
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Comments about Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (9/5/2015 10:12:00 AM)

    A great Robert frost poem ever relevant in world. (Report) Reply

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  • Thomas Case Thomas Case (9/4/2015 10:22:00 PM)

    beautiful poem. I think Frost uses the woods as a metaphor for death....but he isn't ready, even though it's lovely.....he has miles to go....glorious poem (Report) Reply

  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (8/24/2015 9:39:00 AM)

    Great poet's beautiful imagination and so meaningful. (Report) Reply

  • T Rajan Evol (8/14/2015 12:38:00 PM)

    Excellent imagery, excellent poem to read.... (Report) Reply

  • * Sunprincess * (8/12/2015 4:04:00 PM)

    ......beautiful poem...I love the flow, the quiet atmosphere, and gently falling snow...a most excellent write ★ (Report) Reply

  • Bharati Nayak Bharati Nayak (8/11/2015 9:05:00 PM)

    So enthralled by the serenity and calmness of the nature in that hour, the poet wishes to sleep there for ever, but he is reminded by his worldly duties. (Report) Reply

  • Alpeshkumar Natubhai Makwana Alpeshkumar Natubhai Makwana (8/6/2015 6:20:00 AM)

    Whenever i am enchanted by young beauties; the last stanza pulls me back. i have promises to keep.for duty is more important than beauty. (Report) Reply

  • Andy Alfred (8/2/2015 2:32:00 PM)

    indeed a great piece. I enjoy reading it (Report) Reply

  • michael kassah (7/25/2015 12:50:00 AM)

    This is a very nice piece connecting our lively decisions (Report) Reply

  • Michael Furey (7/20/2015 3:51:00 PM)

    I don't understand why so many people wish to deconstruct a poem, looking for deeper meaning than maybe the poet intended. An Irish poetaster, who I won't name, wrote a short piece about the teaching profession telling students to take a favourite poem and take it to pieces. You know the sort of thing: 'What is the poet trying to say when he writes 'xxxx yyy? Why not just take a poem for what its worth to yourself? I might find something different from anyone else in any poem. And does it matter in the long run? My mother used to say, 'It doesn't matter what you put into a song, it's what it brings out from you that's more important. (Report) Reply

    Stephen W (7/22/2015 6:29:00 PM)

    Eh... Frost's poems are really deep. That having been said, some people do try to interpret them in a fanciful way, when I think that the literal interpretation is generally true, but not the only meaning.

  • Rl Glassman (7/17/2015 3:02:00 PM)

    Lovely. The last lines are my favourite: ') (Report) Reply

  • Vishal Wadhwa (7/5/2015 9:20:00 AM)

    Another great poem by Robert Frost, I love the fact that his poems are always very simple in expression but have a very deep connection to life and the decisions we make. You can always visualize his poems in your imagination which make them more interactive and interesting. (Report) Reply

  • Abdalla Juma Shenga (6/26/2015 9:39:00 AM)

    A very nice poem from Frost (Report) Reply

  • Zainab Rasool Zainab Rasool (6/22/2015 1:15:00 PM)

    really nice well done :) (Report) Reply

  • Sylvia Simon (6/7/2015 1:42:00 PM)

    I was first introduced to this particular magnificent Robert Frost poem when I was in the 8th grade...over 20+ years ago...and it has always been my favorite! As someone else stated earlier, those last four lines are the hub of this poem for me. Those last lines are the ones that have made a lasting and unforgettable impact on me!! They are the reason I shall never forget and have not forgotten this poem!! Love it...a great read!! (Report) Reply

  • Harold Pohl (6/3/2015 6:29:00 PM)

    What is the lure of the dark, deep woods that tempts him to remain here when his sense of duty tells him to move on? Is it simply the beauty of the snow falling on the woods that tempts him? Or is it something maybe a little sinister? Does he want to get down from his carriage and enter the woods? These thoughts are maybe prompted by his sneaky admission in the opening lines where he points out that the owner lives in town and won't see him stopping at his woods. Why would that bother him unless he is thinking of trespassing in some way? (Report) Reply

    Paul Francis (7/26/2015 2:23:00 PM)

    I think that the owner living in the village signifies our collective disconnection from the wild. The woods being owned and not common land is also interesting, does Frost feel he is being denied entry to his birthright? Maybe. I agree that there is an underlying feeling of trespass. But I feel that the owner not seeing Frost watch the woods fill up with snow reiterates that the woods should be open those who love them.

    The reaction of the horse further reiterates our disconnection, we have domesticated wild animals as well as ourselves.

    I think the poem is partly about a moment of seduction by the wilderness. The allure of solitude and uncertainty.

  • Ovi-enita Odiete Ovi-enita Odiete (5/24/2015 8:34:00 AM)

    this is a unique poem on its own. very beautiful and I think I can relate it well to children. (Report) Reply

  • Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon (5/23/2015 5:35:00 PM)

    Priority and perseverence are powerfully expressed here! (Report) Reply

  • Emily Copes (5/21/2015 2:05:00 PM)

    He is soooo just talking about Father Christmas. (Report) Reply

    Stephen W (7/4/2015 3:40:00 PM)

    Absolutely. Makes me think of Jingle Bells.

  • Allan Robertson (5/17/2015 9:39:00 PM)

    I think this poem is about...contentment! Or, more accurately, choosing contentment.
    He has paused between what I believe must be Christmas-time visits ('darkest evening of the year') to take in the serenity of the winter night. Others might see the solo winter night journey and the woods as menacing and dangerous, but he is unafraid. He trusts his little horse and sleigh will deliver him safely to his next stop.
    Yes, he has obligations to fulfill before he can rest, but I feel he knows they are happy ones.
    (Having been alone in the woods in winter, at night, I can vouch for the peacefulness that can flood over you. If you have made all necessary preparations to be warm and safe, of course! (Report) Reply

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